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[title] => Foot Soilder
[time] => 2007-04-09 09:38:07
[hometext] => I will eventually make this better. I ran out of inspiration.
[bodytext] => Marching down the plains of life Ever closer to the valley of death Its drawing me into iot Luring me towards its grasses The intoxicating scent looms Swelling over me, enveloping Loosing balance, dulled senses Its growing colder with every step The valley is so close I long for a drink in its waters To wash away the pain so great For a freedom from my frailties My race is almost over Which triggers a thought What if life isn't a race Not an obstacal course But a test of endurance Life is not a contest I can afford to loose I need to win life, because I lost you So fight I will, fight I must I turn around, ripping away From the intoxication I long for Walking away, fighting with myself My new path is not an easy one Thorns where there were once roses Blood replaces cool streams All the beauty is gone now The ugly truth replaces lies Beautiful lies, which I long to believe But not the truth is leaving its mark Blood dripping down my legs Staining my life with a pigment of crimson There are now two streams One of blood flowing slow Another of salt water flowing fast Filled by tear, inspired by fears Pushing forward moving on But the cold won't depart I'm bleeding faster from my broken heart Slowly dying, despite all trying Its over, its done I've lost it all [comments] => 2 [counter] => 145 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Dkanis [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 13 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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